exhales again

kunoichi-ume  asked:

13 and Madara x Kakashi

Prompt:  Humility is not one of my many virtues 

Thanks for the ask! Hope you enjoy! 

Kakashi’s breath hitched in his throat, escaping unmasked lips in a desperate gasp. An expletive followed the sound as his fingers tangled in the silky, black hair that tickled his chest and stomach. Kami, breathing seemed near impossible. Against every desire of his body, Kakashi’s grip tightened, lifting the other man’s head. “We’re going to get caught.” His voice sounded far too breathless. 

“Where is your sense of adventure?” Madara husked. Long fingers hooked in the loops of Kakashi’s pants, sliding them down enough to reveal the cut of hip bones. With a devilish grin, Madara pressed another kiss over the curling, silver hair that disappeared under the black fabric. Kakashi bit his lip, savoring the tang of blood as he slammed a fist into the tree behind him. “I thought you liked danger.”

Tugging Madara’s head backward again, Kakashi exhaled. “You are more than enough danger already.”

Madara hummed against Kakashi’s stomach, making his body shudder. “Is that so?”

“You’re a war criminal,” Kakashi reasoned, reaching for excuses like flimsy shields. “I’m supposed to be guarding you, not sleeping with you.”

“We can always use restraints if that makes you feel better,” Madara laughed, tracing a line down to Kakashi’s pants. His clever fingers paused at the button, then dropped lower to cup Kakashi in his hand. “I’m not opposed to being rough, either. If that’s what you want.” A sharp nip accented Madara’s words, catching on hard muscle.

A stronger curse slipped from Kakashi’s lips as he leaned against the rough bark. Danger and confidence radiated from Madara in heatwaves that reduced Kakashi to ash, an inferno that he craved as much as he fought. Exhaling, he brushed through the inky waves cascading down Madara’s back. He loved the feel of the strands against his bare skin. Taking Kakashi’s touch as permission, Madara knelt on the grass.

“What about a gag?” The Uchiha suggested, grinning as he popped open the button on Kakashi’s pants. When the jonin frowned, Madara’s smirk grew. “I intend to make you beg, and if you don’t want to get caught, it seems reasonable.” His voice trailed off, heavy with implication.

Coming somewhat out of the haze of pleasure that Madara’s lips induced, Kakashi’s scowl deepened. “I don’t beg.”

Humming softly, Madara leaned in to breath against newly exposed flesh. The warmth contrasted with the chill in the air, making Kakashi’s hips buck forward with their own intent. With another devious smile, Madara curled his tongue against Kakashi’s overheated skin, chasing the sharp lines lower. “You wouldn’t be the first to break under my will.”

“I’m not as easy as you seem to think,” Kakashi mumbled, fighting to hold onto his annoyance. “No matter how arrogant you are, Uchiha.”

Madara chuckled, and Kakashi wanted to curse. The fact that he’d stopped using his lover’s given name revealed that he was struggling to hold back his desire. Madara knew that, and he loved when Kakashi presented a challenge. The thrill of the chase heightened the capture. “While humility is not one of my many virtues, I do have a few redeeming factors,” Madara teased against Kakashi’s thigh.

When Kakashi didn’t answer, Madara’s hands clasped his hips to hold them steady. Glancing up, the Uchiha smiled in a way that made Kakashi’s heart skip a beat. Fire roared in his black eyes. “I’ll show you.”

Less than two minutes passed before Kakashi started begging. In five, he no longer cared who heard him. 


Massages

4.2k of smut, I’m not even sorry

‘OUCH! Stop, st- STOP IT PANSY! Argh, fuck, I think I broke a rib.’ Draco sat down on his bed, a painful expression on his face which was paler than usual.

‘You’re an ungrateful bastard’ Pansy flopped beside him, pouting ‘the whole Slytherin house knows I’m the best on giving massage’

‘Well, I better look for someone from other houses then’ Draco made another pained expression as he got up. ‘I can’t, I can’t walk. Argh, fuck!’ He laid down slowly. Pansy only stared at him from the door, the look on her a face a mixture of pity and remorse.

‘I’ll get someone. Even though you were a little bitch just now.’ She glared at him before leaving.

It’d started three days before then. He was getting ready on Wednesday morning to practice quidditch. Everything was fine when he bent down to tie his shoelaces, but the second he straightened his back an acute pain hit him on his hips. It’d gotten worse the past two days to the point now he couldn’t even sit properly without feeling it.

He laid there, thinking maybe he would have to look for Madam Pomfrey after all. But fuck, those potions always messed up with his stomach, he’d do anything to avoid taking them even if it meant asking for someone he didn’t know to give him a massage. Pansy had told him she knew what she was doing but at the end it’d only worsened it.

***

'It’s for a friend, you see. He’s in a lot of pain at the moment and I was hoping you knew someone good on giving massages’ Pansy flopped down on a chair at the eighth year common room.

'Well,’ Hermione started, closing her arithmancy book. 'I do, but… who exactly is this friend of yours?’ She gave Pansy a look that could be translated as 'Are-we-talking-about-who-i-think-we-are-talking-about?’

'Draco’ Pansy sighed, predicting the other’s answer. 'But… I swear he’ll behave. And you owe me this one, right? After I brought you those French hair products’ Pansy smirked.

'You really are a Slytherin’ Hermione sighed 'but they were actually amazing. I’ll help you with this one but I can’t guarantee it’ll go well.’

Pansy gave her a quick hug, grinning. 'Who is it then?’

'Harry’ Hermione murmured to herself.

Pansy gasped and then laughed until tears were streaming down her face.

'Holy. Shit. Are you sure he’ll want to do it?’

Hermione gave her a little smile.

'He owes he a favor’

Pansy’s giggling was catching the attention of everyone around them.

'Who’s the Slytherin one now?’

***

'Tell me how amazing I am’

The girl bursted inside his dorm an hour after she’d left to find Draco in the same position.

'You found someone?’ He got up, regretting the decision immediately. 'Ah, shit! Are they outside? Please tell me they’re outside’

'They’ll be here in ten’ Pany sat by his side and poked his cheek 'go on, tell me how amazing I am’

'You’re amazing’ he grunted. When he looked at his friend, though, she wasn’t paying attention, busy with a little pink bag Draco hadn’t noticed she’d brought before. 'What-’

'Oils. For the massage’ she smirked and Draco felt blood going to his cheeks.

'There’s no need for that’

'They have properties. They could help’ she started to take the little flasks with different colors out of the bag and pile them on Draco’s bed.

A light knock on the door told them Pansy’s friends had arrived.

'C'mon in!’

'I just don’t understand why… No. No fucking way.’

'Harry, please, Pansy said-’

'What the actual fuck, Pansy!’ Draco started talking at the same time Hermione tried to stop Harry from leaving the room. 'This is… ah, shit shit- ARGH!’ Draco’s attempt to get up brought back the striking pain on his lower back and he felt his knees failing. The next second he was tumbling to the ground with a loud thud. Tears came uninvited to his eyes and he bit his lips as hard as he could to stop from screaming.

Draco didn’t look up to see who it was that was trying to help him get up. A firm hand went on the underside of his thigh as the other grabbed his shoulder firmly, pushing him to his feet just long enough for him to get to his bed. When he collapsed on his bed, flushed cheeks and tears still streaming down his face, everything he could think about was that maybe his time had come. Die would be better than suffer so much humiliation in front of Saint Potter, who was panting by his side.

Harry stared down at the boy in front of him, Malfoy’s face twisted in an ugly expression. It was like he was trying to sneer at Harry but the pain was too much even for that. Harry sighed and turned to see he was left alone in the room with an incapacitated Malfoy. Well, shit, that was just great. Why couldn’t people just leave him alone? Peace, it was all he was asking for after everything. But, oh no, he had to have asked Hermione for help with his potions homework the week before, and now he owed her this. Harry wouldn’t have denied giving a massage to any of his friends if they’d asked him. He’d helped Hermione, Ginny and even Luna in the past. But Malfoy? Give Malfoy a massage, after everything, almost sounded funny.

Except it wasn’t because Harry had a hero complex and he knew Malfoy wouldn’t ask for such a thing if he wasn’t desperate. It wasn’t even Malfoy who came looking for Hermione, it was Pansy, which meant he probably was in a lot of pain. He couldn’t walk, from what Harry could see.

Small flasks caught his attention, all of them pilled up beside Malfoy.

'What’s this?’ He grabbed one and put it against the light. The liquid inside was thicker than water.

'Oils. Pansy brought them. She said they could help. Not like you need to know this anyway since you won’t use them.’ Malfoy spoke through gritted teeth, facing the wall opposite to where Harry stood. So he was expecting him to leave, that cocky bastard.

'Take off your shirt then’ Harry levitated all the tiny flasks to the ground and picked up one randomly. When he opened it the smell of cinnamon filled the room. Malfoy stared at him like he’d gone insane.

'What do you think you’re doing?’ he asked slowly.

'Well, maybe a massage since that’s what Hermione asked me to do and I can’t have a fucking moment of peace in this castle. And since you seem to be unable to even walk I advise you shut the fuck up and take off your shirt so I can see what’s wrong and finish in time for dinner’ Harry looked up to find Malfoy gaping at him.

'Do you even-’

'Yes, I do know how to do it, you prick. And I’m using this one, so take off your shirt’ Harry signaled to the open flask in his hands as he sat down on the far end of the bed.

He didn’t quite know how the oil would help since he’d never used them when he gave massages before. He liked the smell of it, that was all.

Malfoy struggled to sit down. He undid his tie, opened every button and started to take it off, really slowly trying not to move too much, wincing everytime he did. He folded his shirt and put it on the chair beside the bed. Harry couldn’t help staring at the huge scars on his chest he knew he was responsible for. Guilt settled on his stomach as he tore his gaze away.

'Lay down on your stomach’ Harry got up and sat beside Malfoy’s body as close as he could without brushing their thighs. It was ridiculous, he knew, since he would be touching him quite soon. Malfoy did as he was told and stilled, realising what that meant.

And what it meant was that, like that, he was completely vulnerable. He turned his face to Potter’s side and searched the other boy’s face for any sign of danger but all he could see was a frown as Harry dripped the oil in his fingers. Draco felt his cheeks heat up for some reason he didn’t understand.

'I’m going to start’ Potter’s voice was low when he spoke. Before Draco could say anything Potter’s hands were on his shoulders, placed at the same distance from the centre of his back. They were warmer than Draco’s skin, soft and sticky with oil. His breath got stuck on his throat  when Potter squeezed and, even though his lower back still hurt, Draco felt some of the tension leave his shoulders. He exaled, relaxing into the matress.

Harry maintained the rhythm for a while, squeazing and releasing Malfoy’s shoulders, his thumbs pressing small circles on the other’s neck as he did. Harry, then, started to let his hands go lower, maintaining the pressing of his thumbs as he did until he reached the high of Malfoy’s kidneys. He stopped there to smear his hands with more oil.

'Where did the pain start?’ Harry found his voice was hoarse when he spoke.

'Hm… my hips’ Malfoy sounded sleepy when he spoke. He was so relaxed Harry had to hold back a giggle. He must really be great at giving massage if it meant even Malfoy was enjoying it.

He stopped shortly.

'Your hips?’ Shit, he wasn’t expecting that. 'Er… okay. I’ll- I’ll need you to lower you trousers a bit.  

'What?’ Draco opened his eyes, snapping out of his daze. What did Potter just say?

'So I can reach your hips. I can’t do much with them in the way’ he said slowly, almost like he expected Draco to start yelling at him.

'So you want me to take off my pants?’ Draco couldn’s believe what the fuck was going on.

'No! Just- Just open it, okay? I can do the rest…’ Draco stopped for a second. He reached for his buttons, opened them and laid down again. He turned his face the other way since he was pretty sure he was blushing. Shit, Potter better know what he was doing.

Harry exhaled gradually. He most definitely didn’t know what he was doing. Well, he did, but he shouldn         ’t be doing this. He should’ve stopped, told Malfoy to go look for Pomfrey and got out of there.

Instead he placed his hands on Malfoy’s lower back again. He rubbed his thumbs in circles there, with less pressure this time, and started to press lower as he did. He reached his trousers but since the buttons were open it hang loose on Malfoy’s hips. Harry let his thumbs go under the waist and Malfoy froze.

Harry exhaled again. 'This will probably hurt but if it doesn’t work I’ll know what I have to do, okay?’ He pulled his trousers lower until he could see the other’s boxers. They were black, just like his trousers. Harry could see the fine blond hair that covered his lower back was up.

'Just don’t break my bones’ His tone was sarcastic.

Harry had his weigh on one knee which was pressed against the matress, both hands on Malfoy’s hips.

'Inhale’ Harry instructed. 'Hold’ Malfoy did as he was told.

'Exhale’ he pushed all his weight on his hands as quickly as he could. Malfoy screamed and Harry cursed. They were panting, Malfoy still too shocked to say anything.

'It won’t work, not like this’ Harry got off the bed to take off his shoes. When he looked back Malfoy was staring at him with a strange expression on his face, fear mixed with something else. Was it anticipation?

'This will work’ Harry got on the bed again and before malfoy could say anything he passed one of his legs over the blond’s body, straddling him. Harry sat on Malfoys thighs, trapping him so he couldn’t turn around.

'WHAT THE FUCK, POTTER?’ Malfoy tried to free himself but Harry pinned both Draco’s hands above his head in a strong grip.

'I’m telling you this will work! Stop fidgeting and shut up!’

But focusing on Potter’s words was hard since all he could sense was the warmth and pressure on his thighs, so close to his ass. He’d never felt anything like that before, something disturbingly intimate and his whole body was reacting as if it was. He closed his eyes, cursing inside his head as blood rushed into his cock. Fuck fuck fuck, this wasn’t happening, it couldn’t be…

'Inhale’ Potter’s words resonated closer to his ear than before. He shivered, inhaling as deep as he could. 'You need to relax’ Potter’s voice came out hoarse, his thumbs still tracing circles on his hips. Draco shuddered but felt his shoulders lose tension again.

'Inhale’, Harry repetead. 'Hold’ And Draco did.

Potter shifted on his thighs and Draco almost forgot what he was supposed to do.

'Exhale’ he did it again, placing all his weight in his hands, his thighs pressing hard against Malfoy’s as he did. A loud crack made Harry smile and Draco scream.

And then Malfoy let out a loud moan and Harry lost his train of thought.

Suddenly all the blood in his brain was going down, making his pants too tight. His ears felt like they were full of water when he heard Malfoy hum against the pillow.

'It worked’ Draco breathed, lifting his hips a bit to check if the pain was still there. The motion caused his ass to rub against something hard.

Draco gasped.

Harry moaned low.

Draco’s hips rose up again, higher, rubbing harder against what he knew was Potter and fuck, he didn’t know what he was doing anymore. And then Potter pressed down, literally pressed against Draco’s ass so he could feel it, the whole length even through the fabric. Potter was hard, really hard and Draco felt his own cock twitching at that.

Draco moaned, the sound ringing in Harry’s ears. He should go, he knew he should, but Malfoy was panting, and lifting that roundy ass for him, to rub against him, and Harry saw his face when he turned his head to the side. His cheeks were flushed and lips parted.

Harry pressed again, leaning forward until his mouth was just above Malfoy’s left ear.

'Do you want me to go?’ He needed to be sure, to be certain he wasn’t imagining all that.

Malfoy gasped, his eyes tightly shut. 'No’ He lifted his arm, grabbing Harry’s thigh and craving his nails on it. Harry bit his earlobe, went for his jaw and started sucking there.

Draco’s cock was throbbing beneath him, so hard he was sure he might faint any second.

The next minute the pressure against his ass was gone making a small cry escape his lips. Fuck fuck, Potter must have come to his senses before he did…

His pants were suddenly yanked down to his knees, his boxers with them. The sudden movement ccreating friction against his cock, now leaking on the matress. Draco was sure he couldn’t blush any harder but it didn’t stop him from moaning when hands grabbed his arse cheeks. How come he didn’t know he could get pleasure from there? Potter’s hands were everywhere, squeezing, pinching, scratching the soft skin.

Harry opened his cheeks, exposing his hole and run his thumb there tentatively.

'Ah- ha fuck…’ Draco buried his face in the pillow again. This wasn’t right, this was so fucking wrong, what was he doing moaning for…

'I wanna eat you up’ Harry didn’t mean to let the words escape his lips. His gaze was fixed on Malfoy’s pink hole and when it contracted under his thumb the thought of licking there, fucking him with his tongue, assaulted his mind immediately. Malfoy shivered under him.

'Wh-What are you saying?’ the tips of his ears were even redder from where Harry could see them.

Harry got off of Malfoy’s thighs and pushed them apart. He grabbed Malfoy’s hips again, pulling his ass up a bit. He could see the blond’s cock was hard and swollen, rubbing against the matress. Harry got on his elbows, squeezed Draco’s arse again and bit the already marked skin.

Draco gasped, his head jerking to the side so he could get a glimpse of Potter between his legs. Potter was sucking him at the spot he’d bitten before, his hands massaging the place where his thighs met his ass. He run his fingers there, grabbed his arse cheeks and pulled them apart. Draco drew a sharp breath.

He could hear Harry fidgeting with his own pants followed by the sound of clothes hitting the ground. Draco waved his hand towards the door, a click signalling it was now locked. He couldn’t even begin to think what would happen if anyone decided to come in.

Draco felt something wet, warm and firm press against his hole.

'Fuck fuck, you can’t- ah… ahhhh P-Potter this is…’ he gave a choking moan when Harry began to lick him relentlessly, his own moans reverberating in Draco’s skin.

Harry licked, savoured until his tongue got past the tight ring, and then he was fucking Draco, fucking him with wet and hot thrusts of his tongue. Draco kept pushing  back, gasping as he did, completely out of control.

Harry had never done that before but the sencond he laid eyes on Draco’s ass, naked before him all he could thing about was opening him, filing him up to get all those delicious sounds out of him.

Draco moaned, and moaned, louder each time. The words that came out of his mouth were incoherent, interrupted by sharp intakes of air.

'Yes… This- fuck Potter… I-deep-deeper’

Deeper, he wanted it deeper. Harry grasped the tiny flask he’d left on the ground and smeared his fingers with the oil again. He retreated his tongue earning a whimper from Malfoy that turned into a sob the second Harry’s middle finger replaced his tongue, getting in smoothly. Draco gasped, shivering uncontrollably and Harry just stayed there, mouth hanging open at the view. His finger disappeared and reappeared, Malfoy sucking him in while rutting against the matress. Harry curled his finger experimentally getting Malfoy to jolt and scream, throwing his head back. Harry caressed his thigh marked with purple bruises, another finger going inside his hole. The blond hissed but didn’t tell Harry to stop so he thrusted them to the base.

Draco’s brain was shutting down. The lewd sounds filling the room paired with the smell of cinnamon overstimulating his whole body. He wanted more heat, more pressure, more skin against his but the words kept getting lost in his throat everytime he tried to voice his needs. And Potter, fuck, he knew what to do with his hands, with his mouth. That fucking tongue worked like magic inside him. Potter was moving his fingers inside him in a way Draco didn’t even know was possible, scissoring them, thrusting them to the base.

The fingers were suddenly gone. Draco inhalled sharply but before he could complain Potter grabbed his shoulders and turned him around. He laid there on his back, legs spread open, cock dripping with pre come. And Harry stared him down, took in every inch of his light skin shamelessly. Draco felt exposed even though they were both naked. His hole twitched, stretched and leaking all the oil Potter had rubbed inside him and Potter stared. He fucking stared, jerking himself as he did.

Draco grabbed his own cock and began to do the same. It was unfair, having to do it all by himself after all Potter did, that bastard. The gesture caught the Golden Boys’s attention, though, and Draco smirked.

'i want,’ Harry bent down, their chests flushed against each other, his mouth whispering in Draco’s lips. 'I want to put it in you’ he sucked Draco’s lower lip. Holy fuck, he was on the edge already. Potter moved his lips to Draco’s ear and shifted, the head of his cock now poking Draco’s entrance. Draco felt it tingle as Potter cast a protective spell. 'I want to fill you up’ he whispered against his ear.

'Fuck, fuck…’

'Has anyone ever done that?’ he nuzzled Draco’s temple, his glans rubbing against his hole. 'I’m going to take you’ Harry hold his cock steadily as he pushed an inch, stretching Malfoy for him. The blond was panting on his cheek, small sobs inbetween gasps for air.

Harry’s ability to dirty talk, even as his own mind wasn’t working properly was something he didn’t know he could do. He was blushing, panting, but the possessivness he felt made him talk. Malfoy was his, all his, he just never thought that that anger, the rush of adrenaline he felt every time they were close could be hiding something else. He always thought Malfoy was his to take down, to fight against. But he also was his to consume, to bury himself into.

Harry thrust slowly, taking in the tightness, the heat engulfing him. Malfoy was fisting his cock under him, eyes tightly shut and mouth hanging open. Harry stopped Malfoy’s hand with his own and, with a tight grip, trapped them both above his head. Malfoy opened his eyes, his grey irisis thin rings around blown pupils.

'Touch my cock’ he whispered against Harry’s lips, more a command than a pleading. Harry smashed their mouths together instead, refusing to let go of his grip. Draco shivered under him, opened his mouth, let Potter invade his mouth with that tongue. Fuck, that tongue that’d fucked him just minutes ago. And Harry kissed him, his cock deep buried to the hilt inside him. He was full, so fucking full he felt his whole body collapse when Potter started to pull back.

He thrust again, the friction, the pressure, sending shocks of pleasure to Draco’s cock, up his spine, everywhere. Through half opened eyes Draco saw Harry gazing at him, his glasses gone, his lips red, parted as puffs of air escaped them. Harry thrust hard when he realized Draco was staring back. His complex changed immediately.

'I-yes fuck ahh-ah…’ Draco’s whole body was trembling, his ass thrusting back against Harry’s cock, trying to get him to go deeper.

Harry released Draco’s hands, grabbed his thighs instead and lifted them, shoving in until his fingers were numb from the tight grip. He’d leave marks there, crimson lines, and the thought made him moan. Harry bent down again, his mouth reaching Draco’s neck. He sucked him there while he fucked hard and fast. Draco fisted his cock with one hand while the other scratched Harry’s back repeatedly.

His moans were louder now, loud enough Harry was sure people could hear them from outside the dorm. Draco didn’t seem to care, or even realize he was making those sounds.

The next moment Draco was contracting around him, trembling violently and coming on their stomachs. The pressure was enough to send Harry over the edge, his thrusts erratic as he came deep inside Draco.

Draco moaned again when he felt something hot filling him up, Harry’s last thrusts too much to handle.

Harry flopped beside him, his limbs drained of strengh.

'Merlin’ he whispered to himself.

'Yeah’

'That was…’

'Yeah’

They didn’t speak for the next couple of minutes. When Harry got up to leave, though, Draco reached for his arm.

'You could… we- uh… we could…’

Harry kissed him softly, almost clumsily before speaking 'Yeah, I- I’d like that’

***

Draco sat down that evening with Pansy and Blaise at their common room to warm themselves in front of the fire. He couldn’t help wincing a bit when he did.

'What’s wrong? I thought Potter had fixed you back’

Draco felt his face flushing immediately.

'He did! I just…’

'I’m sure he did. Just remember to go somewhere else with thicker walls next time you call him to fix your back’ Blaise didn’t even care to lift his eyes from the book he had in hands.

His cheeks were in flames and the expression on Pansy’s face wasn’t helping.

‘You owe me two favours now!’ She smirked, leaning against the couch like she’d won a bet.

‘What- Why two?’ Draco shifted and winced again at the new burning ache.

‘Because,’ She stuck up a finger like she needed to count all the favours Draco owned her. ‘I found someone to fix your back’ She lifted another finger. ‘And,’

Right that second Potter walked through the portrait followed by Granger and Weasley. He spotted Draco immediately and, well wasn’t that great, strode towards him, leaving Weasley with a confused look and Granger with a knowing one. He glanced at Pancy and saw her waving at the Gryffindor girl. Fucking amazing.

‘Hey,’ Potter stood awkwardly there before sitting on the arm of Draco’s chair. Draco knew his cheeks were already flushed but when Potter bent down and whispered in his ear he was sure he probably looked like a tomatoe. ‘Fancy a game of Wizard’s chess later?’

Pansy was shaking trying to keep herself from bursting out laughing.

‘Your dorm?’ Draco found himself playing with the hem of Potter’s hoody. The bastard blushed at Draco’s words, but nodded with a smile on his face.

He’d barely turned his back when Draco heard Pansy’s voice loud and clear.

‘And, I got you a cute boyfriend. Two favours!’

***

Ao3 

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A/N: i was forced at gunpoint tonight to write a s4 drabble about bellarke realizing how the other feels about them. Rated T. WC: 1455.


It’s quiet.

Somehow, quiet is always around Bellamy. It’s like he wears it on his shoulders, along with all the pain and hurt and guilt. She doesn’t know if he’s even aware he projects it. All she knows is when she’s sitting with him like she is tonight, sorting meat packages into piles for storage for Alpha Station’s five years weathering out the storm, everything just feels calmer.

“Pass me the checklist,” Bellamy rumbles, nudging her hand with his. It’s the first thing either of them have said for the past half hour.

She obliges, and he squints at it.

“We’ve got to sort those.” He points. Clarke glances around. “Into different kinds of meat. We forgot to do that.”

“Then we have to do it again,” she exhales, and rakes a hand through her hair, nails digging into her own scalp. That will take another twenty minutes at least. Heavy frustration washes over her in a wave. There’s too much to do. Too many small details to iron out. “There’s not enough time.”

She hears him taking a deep breath— it’s no secret that they’re both counting down the minutes. But when he speaks, his voice is even. “There’ll be plenty of time soon enough. Five years, to be exact.”

She looks up, finds him watching her, dark eyes unreadable, and nods, her throat still feeling tight.

They resume sorting, but this time, it’s his shoulders that are drawn tight, and Clarke feels terrible right then for reminding him how little time they had, as if he weren’t already thinking about it every moment of the day. She scrambles for something to say to distract him. “What do you think you’ll do?”

Bellamy looks up, quirks up a brow.

She clarifies. “What do you think you’ll do with those five years?”

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Hi there! I’m in love with your blog, and I know that there are a lot of specifically Pietro blogs, but I love your style, so I was wondering if you could do something of Pietro? Maybe it’s movie night and the reader never told anybody she liked to cuddle but Pietro kinda offers and he can’t stop staring at her and saying cute things then they fall asleep together all tangled. Idk I just need FLUFF!


A/N: I’ve changed the ‘never told anybody she liked to cuddle’ to ‘haven’t been cuddled for ages’ - I hope you still like it?


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Warnings: none, this is pure sweet fluff.

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I was lying between each of Shawn’s thighs on the couch, my back resting against his broad chest and his arms wrapped tightly around me.

We were cuddled up and tangled together under a warm blanket, watching some random movie on the TV that Aaliyah really wanted us to see with her. Aaliyah was lying under another blanket in the beanbag in front of us, resting her head on the edge of the grey sofa.

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(Here you go, @princess-tentacles !! This was so much fun to write! Enjoy!)


Uno. Dos. Tres.” Lance counted gently, scattering kisses on Keith’s cheeks after each number with a soft grin. “Now you try.”

“Uno… Dos… Trace.” Keith attempted, frowning slightly when Lance began laughing.

“What?!”

“’Trace’? Where are you from, Texas??”

A deadpan look from Keith had Lance laughing harder as he cleared his throat, shifting in place next to Keith on his bed as the blue paladin leaned his lips closer. “Tres. Come on, Keith. You gotta do the tongue roll.”

You’re a tongue roll…” Keith bit under his breath as he exhaled, trying again. “Tres.”

“Well, you have the word down at least… so that’s deserving enough of a kiss.” Lance teased as he leaned down, his nose gently brushing against the other’s before he planted a soft kiss on Keith’s chapped lips. “We can practice the tongue roll later.” Lance rose his eyebrow, wiggling it slightly, which sent a blushing Keith into a laughing fit.

“You’re an idiot.”

“Hey, whatever helps you learn it.” Lance teased, leaning his head back down with a smile, “now, let’s keep going. Cuatro…”

Enemy fire rained down on a mission gone sour. The group had gotten separated in the fire fight, with Keith and Lance being the last ones to attempt to make it to their lions. They had a clear view of Red and Blue ahead of them, but between their position behind safe cover and the salvation of their lions stretched a dozen or so Galra sentries. Half with blasters, half with swords.

“I’ll go in and distract them, you make a run for Blue. I’ll be right behind you.” Keith said quickly, already crouching for attack. He could take them, he thought. His primary objective was making sure his team was safe. Making sure Lance was safe.

“That is the dumbest idea I’ve ever heard, they’ll outnumber you in a heartbeat! Keith!” Lance reached out, but the stubborn red paladin had already pulled up his shield and bolted out of the safety of their cover. This sparked gunfire from the sentries toward Keith, and away from Lance’s position. He cursed under his breath before he began the dash from his cover to Blue. About half way, he glanced over to Keith. Not so surprisingly, Keith was kicking ass. Lance felt a swell of pride in his chest, though that emotion was immediately trumped by fear as he witnessed a sword-handed sentry set to swing at Keith from behind. He immediately brought his bayard up into position, lining up his shot with an exhale. He brought the sentry down, the blast whizzing right past Keith’s helmet. This caused the red paladin to give a brief look over at Lance, eyes wide with gratitude.

Though as much as Lance had gained the attention of Keith, he’d gained the attention of one of the few sentries left. Before Lance could pull up his shield, and before Keith could cut it down, it fired a shot at Lance– a direct hit to his chest plate bringing him down hard.

Lance!!” Keith screamed as his bayard tore through the last of the sentries before sprinting toward the blue paladin, heart pounding in his ears.

Keith dropped down, pulling Lance around so he could get a better look at the damage. The armor was shattered around the impact point, melted around the edges. He couldn’t see the injuries beyond the hole in the chest plate, but the way Lance’s face was scrunched with pain said everything.

“Lance, are you with me??” He tried to keep his voice steady, glancing around to make sure the coast was still clear. “You’re fine, you’re okay… come on, we need to get you to the lions–”

The scream of pain that erupted from Lance at Keith’s slightest tug told him he wasn’t taking Lance anywhere.

Keith’s shaky hand reached up to press the comms button on his helmet, “Shiro! Lance is hit! I can’t get him to the lions! I– Shit–  I need help!”

“We’re on our way, Keith! Sit tight!”

“K-Keith…” Lance whimpered out, his breathing rapid in panic, “h-how bad is it? God I can’t even– I can’t– I’m sorry–”

Lance panicking was the last thing he needed to be doing right now.

Taking a steeling breath, Keith pulled off Lance’s helmet before cupping the blue paladin’s cheeks. “Lance? Lance, look at me. I need you to stay calm.” He looked around, scrambling for anything to take the panicking paladin’s mind off of the situation. He only needed a little time before the others got here for backup.

“Let’s–let’s practice counting again, okay?? I still need your help so let’s count together.” Keith rushed out.

Lance opened his eyes slightly, looking at him as he sucked in a tight breath and gave a nod.

U-Uno… Dos…” Lance started, voice wavering.

“Uno… Dos… Tres–”

A shaky gasp and chuckle left Lance’s lips, prompting Keith’s mouth to shut abruptly. “What? Is everything okay? What’s wrong–”

“You… did the tongue roll.” Lance muttered with a weak smile, “I-I knew you weren’t a hopeless case…”

Keith blinked a few times and chuckled, brushing Lance’s sweaty hair off his forehead as he caught sight of the other lions flying toward their position. They were going to be okay.

“When we’re back at the castle I expect extra kisses for that one. Now, let’s keep going. Cuatro…”  

Gold Digger

Reader x Elijah Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

*requested

Imagine: You are in a long-term relationship with Elijah Mikaelson and is very happy with it. One day, when he requests you to go over to his house to meet oficially his siblings, Hayley accuses you to being with him only for his money and power, which leaves you heartbroken.

tagging: @chocolatemonkeyrainbows :)

Word Count: 3172


Back then, when you were nothing but a naive teenager, you used to dream about true love, wondering every single night, whilst watching the stars, how it would feel like once you met him. Would you recognise the one right away? Or it would take some time for you to realise it? Man, you were one hell of a weird kid.

However, your questions would only be entirely answered years later, in the exactly moment Elijah Mikaelson walked into your life.

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Comforting Winn

Alex’s phone chirps and she grabs it immediately, instinctively, before it can wake the woman sleeping next to her.

She squints at the caller ID, at the time, and her stomach drops.

“Winn, are you okay? Is Kara okay? Is – ”

“No, no, relax Alex, it’s not DEO stuff, it’s – everything’s – you know what, that’s your I-was-sleeping-so-hard-because-I’m-recovering-from-a-wild-night-with-my-lady voice, so I’m just gonna let you – ”

Alex rubs her eyes and sits up, making sure the covers stay wrapped around Maggie’s nearly naked body as Maggie sighs and shifts around at the loss of contact without opening her eyes.

“I don’t have a voice for – you know what, no, Winn, what is it?”

“I – it – I’m sorry Alex, it’s just… Kara and James are in this really intensive training with J’onn and Lyra’s out of town with her brother and I – ”

“Spit it out, Schott, what is it?”

“My dad… my dad called. I didn’t take it, but I – he – ”

Alex’s stomach lurches and she runs a hand over her face, her heart breaking more than she wants to portray in her voice.

“Where are you?”

“I’m home, where else would I – ”

“Come over. I’ll leave the door open for you.”

“No, Alex, I shouldn’t have called, you’re with Maggie, I – ”

“Winn, get over here. And bring coffee.”

Maggie rolls over and gropes sleepily for Alex’s body with her eyes closed. “And donuts,” she calls groggily, and Alex grins down at her.

“You hear that, Winn?”

“Loud and clear. Give me a half hour. And Alex – ”

“Don’t make me regret being nice to you, Schott. Just get over here.”

She hangs up before he has the chance to change his mind, before he has the chance to talk himself out of reaching out to her.

She purses her lips and shudders slightly and sighs, slipping out of the bed to unlock the door for him.

“He okay, Al?” Maggie croaks, sitting up to watch Alex pad across the living room sleepily.

“He will be,” Alex whispers across the house. “Sleep, babe. He won’t be here for another half hour.”

She slips back into bed and Maggie melts into her arms immediately. “You’re not mad? I mean, you don’t mind?”

Maggie turns and puts a clumsy, groggy hand to Alex’s cheek. “Why’d I be mad at you for being a great big sister, Danvers?”

Alex pffts and shakes her head and is grateful Maggie can’t see her blush.

“You’re the best, you know that?” she kisses her, and Maggie grins with her eyes closed.

They’re not sure how or exactly when they drift back to sleep, but they both immediately snap back awake when the front door creaks open and light from the hallway spills into the apartment.

“Don’t shoot, don’t shoot, it’s me,” Winn holds up his hands as best he can with coffee and donuts, because if he knows nothing else, he knows the women in his life.

“C’mere, you,” Alex invites, and Maggie remembers with a jolt that she’s not wearing a shirt.

“Also, pass me that t-shirt on the floor in the kitchen, would you?” Maggie asks with a cocky, sleepy grin, and Winn chuckles slightly.

“Kitchen fun times, huh Danvers? Nice – ”

“Don’t – don’t say anything else,” Alex cuts him off, and Maggie chuckles this time.

He steps up into Alex’s room and passes Maggie her shirt with his eyes studiously closed.

Alex takes the opportunity to study him. His shoulders are stooped and he’s in one of James’s old hoodies and his eyes, even closed, are swollen. He looks tiny and he looks terrified.

She remembers sobbing into Maggie’s arms about her father.

She remembers Maggie sobbing into her arms about her own father.

How small it made Alex feel. How small it made Maggie look.

“Okay,” Maggie tells him, shirt on now, and Alex shifts and pats the bed between her and her girlfriend.

“Come on,” she says, and Winn just stares.

“You tell anyone about this and you will find out exactly what those index finger techniques are – ”

“You know it’s not as scary when you have sex-bed hair and your girlfriend just needed me to collect her shirt from your kitchen floor – ”

“Yeah, babe, also, index finger threats? Like, has a whole new meaning now, doesn’t – ”

“Traitor! You’re supposed to be on my side!”

“Actually, um… you invited me over to support me? So, it’s all about my side?”

Alex sighs and shrugs and holds out her hands for her coffee, and Winn provides.

Maggie holds out her hand too, but when he offers the coffee, she just shakes her hand again. He grins and presents her with the entire box of donuts.

“Now you’re getting it,” she says through a mouthful of chocolate glazed. “Get over here before Danvers and I make like Kara and eat the whole damn box.”

Winn gulps and sets his and Maggie’s coffees on the bedside table and crawls over Alex – she doesn’t move to make it easier for him, a shit-eating grin on her face and a mock-glare on his – to settle between them. Maggie tosses the covers over him and holds out the donut box.

“So what happened?”

Winn sighs and shrinks into himself and stuffs a donut into his mouth.

“Caooellheae?” he tries to ask around a mouthful of chocolate frosting.

“Try again, Schott,” Alex furrows her brow at him, and he tastes a gigantic gulp.

“Can you tell her, Alex?”

Alex heart breaks and she sips at her coffee and she almost reaches out to touch his face. Almost.

“Winn’s dad called him tonight. And he’s… he’s in prison – for um – ”

“He’s the Toyman,” Winn supplies quickly, like ripping off a bandaid, leaning over Alex to get his coffee so he doesn’t have to meet Maggie’s eyes.

But Maggie just nods and puts her hand on his knee and urges him to take another donut.

“I figured, Winn. I just – it’s not mine to bring up if you don’t wanna talk about it.”

Alex and Winn both turn to Maggie with looks of identical shock.

“Detective, guys. It’s kind of my job. And it’s not like your names aren’t, you know, the same.”

Winn casts his eyes down and digs into a jelly-filled.

“Funny thing, though. Because the names are the same, but the people are so different,” she continues, softly, softly, and Winn looks up at her with wide eyes and a set jaw.

“That’s not what he says. He says we’re the same. He said it when he escaped, and he said it again in the voicemail he left tonight.”

Alex does reach out to touch his face this time, briefly, softly, and Maggie smiles sadly across the bed at her girlfriend.

“Well, my dad says the reason he was willing to forcibly deport thousands of innocent people is me.”

“And mine says I’m a disgusting disgrace and selfish and am going to hell and he never wants to see me again.”

Alex exhales with tears in her eyes and Winn turns to Maggie with a furrowed brow, concern and sadness all over his face.

Maggie tilts her coffee cup toward his in salute, and offers simply, by way of explanation, “Lesbian.”

“Maggie, I… I didn’t know. I’m… I’m so sorry.”

“Well hey, dysfunctional, abusive relationships with fathers’ club in this bed tonight. At least there’s donuts, right?”

Winn smiles and leans to put his head on Maggie’s shoulder, and Alex wishes it were game night, not comfort night, so she could take a picture.

“Invite Kara and James with their dead dads and we’ll have a real party,” Winn deadpans from Maggie’s shoulder, and Alex tosses her arm around him, her fingers playing on the back of Maggie’s neck.

“You’re nothing like your dad, Winn. Nothing. And even if… even if you have those things inside you, it’s the choices, you know, that you make. And you’ve chosen to… to save the world, dude, not destroy it.”

Winn sighs and sits up, grabbing a third donut from the box at Maggie’s feet, biting into it and offering the rest to Alex miserably. She accepts and keeps her arm steady around his shoulders.

“How can you be sure?”

Alex sighs and chews thoughtfully.

“You know, Kara didn’t really have a lot of friends. Growing up. She was the weird kid, the freak who never quite fit in. People always took advantage of how kind she is, how… how amazing she is. And then she interviewed at CatCo, and she met you, and you know when she first told me about you, about this IT guy who takes her to lunch and explains all of Cat Grant’s idiosyncracies so she doesn’t get fired, and laughs at her terrible jokes and makes terrible jokes of his own, and has toys all over his desk and stammers when he gets nervous but always, always stands up for her when people try to dismiss her as incompetent just because she’s… well, Kara… I was suspicious of you. I… I didn’t trust it. You. I thought you just wanted her, that you wanted to use her for something, that you were making fun of her. But the stories never stopped. The stories about how good you were to her. And then I met you, and you… you were real. You just… you just really cared for her. And then she started dating the only other friend you had and you just… you took care of yourself, and then you just… you kept caring. You’re rare, Winn. You… you saw Kara. You always saw her. So no. You’re nothing like your dad. Because you see goodness in the world and you’re not threatened by it, you don’t want to destroy it, you just want to make more goodness yourself.”

“Alex, I – ”

“No, nope, don’t say anything. I’ve just fulfilled my yearly quota of being nice to you, so really, you don’t wanna push it.”

“I was just gonna tell you that you have some powdered sugar on your lip.”

“I can get that for you, babe – ”

“God, guys, I’m right – ow, Maggie, that’s my foot – it – okay – I’ll just… I’ll be on the other side of your inexplicably massive bed…”

“Winn.”

“Mmhmm.”

“I love you. Okay?”

“I love you too, Alex. I love you too.”

“Aww, guys, you’re so sweet!”

“If anyone at the DEO finds out about this, I swear to god, Sawyer – ”

“What are you gonna do, babe, threaten me with your index finger? Cause that’s not a threat – ”

“Oh my god, why are you both like this?”

“Oh Alex, come on. Look at my puppy eyes! And your woman’s dimples! You love us!”

Winn activates his best puppy eyes and Maggie flashes her biggest smile, and Alex, for once in her life, is defenseless and feels amazing about it.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

Wrapped Around; pt.4

Jimin x Reader x Tae // College!AU // 9.7k words

Originally posted by jinsthighs

Summary: Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

Genre: Fluff, Angst

A/N: ha ha ha. I’m so horrible at updating wtf but here ya go guys, part 4! sorry for the wait! (p.s: there was a part 3.5!)

Part 1 | Part 2Part 2.5 | Part 3Part 3.5

Previously…

As your cousin speeds forward, closer to his house, you can’t help but laugh to yourself. You were mixed with equal parts of dread and excitement, longing to wind down the window to shout out their names but at the same time wanting to hide away, hoping that you wouldn’t run into them at all. What a turn of events. Looks like it was going to be a fairly interesting winter break after all.


Standing in the aisle of the supermarket, you glance at the list in your hand then back at the rows and rows of a variety of canned beans. Who knew there’d be this many type of beans? You casually strolled down the aisle, your eyes kept peeled for the one that said garbanzo beans, whatever that meant. 

A short bell rings signaling the arrival of new customers but you’re oblivious to the sound as you continue searching for the can of beans. You hear a loud smack accompanied by a short scream and you spin around, curious as to what the ruckus was about.

“What the hell, Jimin?! That hurt!”

Shit.

You recognise that voice and you definitely recognise that name. Maybe your mind was playing tricks on you because what were the odds of meeting them in a supermarket of all places? Maybe that wasn’t Taehyung’s voice and perhaps there could be another Jimin in this town… Jimin is a common name after all, you reason. You exhale deeply, returning your attention to the cans in front of you, you finally find the can of garbanzo beans and put it into the basket that was dangling off your arm.

“Not so nice having a taste of your own medicine huh Tae?”

Tae.

Maybe… Maybe there was another Tae in this town too?

Light laughter fills the air and you stiffen up because that distinct laugh definitely belongs to the Jimin that you knew.

Your mind is in a frenzy as you let the fact that you were mere metres away from them sink in. You turn on your heel abruptly, speed walking down the aisle away from the boys. 

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anonymous asked:

Imagine shawn teasing you under the table when you're with friends or lol ur parents HAHAHHAHA

MASTERLIST

Look what you made me do…. 

Word count: 1,604

Tease (smutty smutty action)

“This is really good, Karen” you said, putting another bite into your mouth.

Karen had always made the best rice in the world. You knew Shawn would rather have had you all to yourself tonight, but you actually really wanted to have dinner with his parents.

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Restraint

Daveed Diggs x Reader

Word Count: 2312

Request/Summary: This wasn’t requested, it’s a fake dating AU in which you invite Diggs to your high school reunion.

Warnings: None, just cussing and unrequited love.

Tagging: Long ago @whatdimissmotherfuckers asked to be tagged in this so… (it did NOT go as planned. but I like it. so,)

A/N: Please enjoy! Let me know what you thought, if things go as planned, there will be three parts!

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You sighed through your teeth, fiddling with the corner of the invitation in your hand, its shiny surface reflected the flickering light above you. You should go. You exhaled again and dragged yourself up from the couch, scouring the area backstage for Daveed. “Daveed.” You stated when you saw him.

“That is my name.”

“Let’s be honest. You’re the hottest guy here,” you started

“I would argue that Leslie is the hottest guy here.” Daveed countered, his teeth showing as a smile crinkled his eyes.

“Hey!” Thayne and Anthony harmonized, causing you to stifle a cackle.

“Anyway. My high school reunion is coming up,” Daveed grinned. “What are you smiling at?” You asked, suspicious.

“Nothing.” He chuckled, waving his hand dismissively and sniffling softly.

“Well, I need to rub in their faces how successful I am.” You continued hesitantly. “And… I need a fake boyfriend.”

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You could feel him staring at you as you sat next to the fire place reading a book. You had read the same line over and over as his glare was distracting you.
You looked up over your book to be met with his piercing blue eyes, his platinum blonde hair always made his features stand out more and you loved it.

“Yes?” You question him with a smirk hiding behind your book.

“Come here.” His voice is deep but he can’t hide his own smile.

You set your book down and adjust your black shorts and loose fitting shirt, you walk over to him and he points to his lap for you to take a seat.
You sit on his lap and throw your legs over his, his hands wrap around you, holding your ass in place and holding onto your waist.

“There’s something on the bed for you. I’ll be in to check on you in 20 minutes.” He gives you a light slap on the side of your ass.

Your arms draped over his shoulders, your fingers run up the back of his neck and into his hair. You hop off his lap and make your way to the bedroom where a black lace lingerie set waits for you and a pair of black heels.
Your eyes light up and your quick to strip off your clothes and slip into the lace thong with the matching lace bralette.
Your step into the heels and take your place sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for Jared.
Just as your tousle your hair back he walks in the door.
His shirt is off and he’s got on black jeans. He runs his hands back through his blonde hair and groans.

“Such a sight.” He walks over to you and pushes your shoulders back.

You fall against the bed with a laugh and you can see the faint smile on his lips.
He motions you to scoot back towards the bed frame and you do, a smile comes across your face as you see him pull out the handcuffs.

“You love this game, don’t you baby?” He runs his fingers up and down your arms before cuffing your wrists together.

You bite in your lower lip as he lets his fingers run down your body gently as he makes his way down to your ankles. He bends your knees and places the lock bar between legs and cuffs them in place.
You bite your lip harder.
You watch him as he stands at the edge of the bed between your legs, he palms himself over his pants and groans again.

“Fuck. You’re such a good looking slut.” He kneels on the bed and glides his hands up your calves and over your thighs, giving them a squeeze as he gets closer to your ass.

You let out a slight moan as he keeps his hands on you. He comes to the end of the bed again and crawls between your separated legs, his hands curls around your thighs from underneath. You watch as his blonde head bow between then and you feel his lips pressed against yours and you let out a rigid exhale.

“Be good for daddy. You know the rules.” He says against your skin and you whimper in agreement.

He begins working his tongue softly against the lace fabric and he knows it’s a tease and he knows how to push your limits.
His tongue glides up and down your slit and wave after wave runs through your body, you can feel yourself seeping through the thin fabric. You grip onto the cuffs with your hands trying to give yourself some fort of relief, you watch his head move between your legs, you watch his hands roam your thighs and dig his nails into your skin because teasing you is also teasing himself.
He presses his tongue in harder and you moan, his hands moves from your thigh and you feel his fingers move your soaked underwear to the side and his tongue finally makes contact with you.
He presses his tongue in and your back arches, your wrists pull at the cuffs and it takes everything in you to not collapse your legs over him.
His hand grips your thigh while the other hands has two fingers moving slowly in and out of you, his tongue flicking your clit over and over again. Your moans become louder and you take a deep breath in when you can trying to pace yourself but he knows what he’s doing and he knows what you need.

“JARED!” You moan louder than you expected as his fingers dig deeper and his tongue works faster.

He presses in more, you want to badly to run your fingers through his blonde hair and touch him but today, today that’s not allowed.
As you feel yourself become unstable with your moans and breathing, you know you’re about to come and so does he. He sucks your clit and he hits your spot, he doesn’t stop or ease up. Before you can exhale again your back is arching and your legs are giving off shakes trying to hold them up as you come.
He doesn’t stop even after the fact, his tongue still licking you up and tasting everything you have to give. He pulls his fingers out of you and he glides his hand up your stomach leaving a trail of you on your skin.
He lifts his head and his eyes are brighter but darker at the same time, he groans as he licks his lips and bites in his bottom lip.

“Do you wanna taste baby?” He positions himself over you.

“Yes, daddy.” You smirk and open your mouth as his fingers reach your lips.

He rolls his eyes back as his fingers slip In between your lips, you press your tongue between his fingers and swirl it over and under his two fingers. He slides them out of your mouth and he reaches for the waist of his pants, he slides his pants down to his knees and he presses himself to your entrance.

“Please! Please daddy!” You moan out and pull at the cuffs again.

He smirks at you, “Don’t move, be a good slut, baby.” He presses his tip in you.

Your body wants to writhe against him and get more of him but you know the teasing will be much worse, you close your eyes and bite your bottom lip trying to control yourself.
With a loud grunt, he slams himself inside you, your back arches and you scream out his name. You let out a breath as he holds himself there for a second, you nod and he finds his rhythm.
He slams his hips into yours harder and harder, sweat is forming on both of your bodies and his breathing is becoming heavier now. His one hand holds himself up and the other reaches up around your throat, you close your eyes enjoying his grip.
He hold your throats and you can feel yourself get even more wet.

“Fuck! You’re such a wet cunt!” He moans as he throws his head black.

He pounds into you harder and you can feel yourself tighten around him and he groans at the feeling, he keeps your throats locked and the cuffs and hitting the headboard with every thrust he gives.
Your legs and pinned apart and you want to badly to wrap around him but it’s impossible.
He closes his eyes and his hand holding him up is gripping the sheets, you knows he’s close as well.

“Fuck! Daddy!” You scream out and it throws him over.

He presses deep inside you and you come on his dick, he whispers curse words under his breath as you feel him throb inside you which only makes your orgasm more intense.
He moves his hand from your throats to grab your chin, he kisses you hard and his tongue slips between your lips and you accept it, your tongues fighting and you moan as your senses are still in end.
He pulls away from your lips and pulls out of you, he groans as he stands and begins unlocking the cuffs around your wrists, before they fall he kisses the red marks that are left from you pulling against them.
He goes to your ankles and unlocks the cuffs and does the same, he kisses the red makes on your ankles from you pushing your legs out.

“You ok, baby girl?” He questions as he comes and lays next to you, pulling you close.

“Always ok with you.” You reply in a whisper and wrap your arms around him.

You run your finger through his blonde hair a few times before wrapping them around his waist.
He comes closer to you and his hands run trails up and down you back as you fall asleep to the sound of his heart.

Thank you @auntiemama1 for creating this monster 🖤

Yoongi Scenario: The Chaser.

Request: THE COMEBACK IS AMAZING!!! can i request a bodyguard!yoongi & heiress!y/n? but y/n is like the rebel like she doesnt want to do anything with the company. she just wants to travel the world and explore but when her father died she doesnt have any choice but to handle the company since shes the only child and her mother asks yoongi to watch her every move bc she tends to run away and there are people who wants her dead. please make y/n a badass like she can kick ass and shoot guns ^^ thank you!

Bodyguard AU.

Genre: Romance / Drama.


Rushed steps where heard through the lone hallway, your house was way too big, not like the loft you had in mind for yourself in the future, in New York or maybe even in Morocco. You tried to walk as fast as possible but the man coming behind you was just as fast, you rolled your eyes thinking that this was completely unnecessary as you were in a completely closed building, that said building was owned by your family and that it had top notch security everywhere.

-You don’t have to follow me everywhere, you know?-

-I do- your bodyguard, the ever know it all, smug ass man that didn’t let anything slip answered back, you had let him know when he started to work for your family that he should treat you comfortably and he had taken your word.

-Don’t you have enough with the pleasure of following me my entire trip around Santorini? You must also follow me at my own house-

-That’s right- he answered seriously but as you turned to glare you could see the little smirk forming on his lips.

-Let’s get this over with- you sighed fighting the need to smirk too realizing he wasn’t going away from you no matter what.

You had just arrived from Greece, a trip you had barely planned, as it was usually your style, but that had left you with the wanderlust latent on your skin, you couldn’t wait to go to your next destination, what things you could discover, the food you’d taste. It was something that you did for yourself as you took advantage of the fact that you could actually do it without any problem. Or almost any problem. The only two things your parents asked of you were to not leave your studies and to always be safe, and that included taking a bodyguard everywhere. 

Yoongi was your most recent bodyguard, others had come and gone but Yoongi was different, starting from how blatant he was about certain things or how dedicated he turned in others. You looked at him from the corner of your eyes as he was now walking beside you. He was barely taller than you, a bit thin for a bodyguard, but you had seen the things he could do and you knew he was more than capable. He was also rude and merciless as he had beaten you in a hand to hand combat not minding you were a girl and also the person he had to take care of. Scoffing you looked ahead not wanting to keep looking at that face, but he noticed and chuckled making you turn to glare at him, again.

-Stop it, now let’s see what my parents want so we can go for a ride or something-

You reached the doors where your parents’s room was but something made you halt, there were a lot of people outside, you saw uncles and aunts and a few cousins, there were the security and house personnel, but also a medical team. You widened your eyes and swallowed thinking what that meant, what it obviously was. Someone was ill, and for having this amount of people around it was serious. One of your parents were terribly sick and you didn’t know. 

-You want me to go in first?- Yoongi whispered beside you also staring at all the people gathered in the hallway.

-No, wait for me here- you told him after a few seconds. Yoongi stared at you like waiting for confirmation of your own words and you licked your lips. -Wait for me-

He nodded, walking by your side not letting anyone close to you, even if they were your family, at this moment you were concentrated on what you could find inside that room, you didn’t want to talk to anyone at the moment and Yoongi knew that. He saw you in and planted himself at the door, of course he’d wait for you, he’d do that and much more.

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talk to my red & my cherry

ships: isak/even, vilde/eva
rating: teen
word count: 5,234

hi all! so this is something I’ve been working for like, an entire week, and I’m really excited to finally share it with everyone!!

even though we don’t talk i’d really like to shoutout @closetlesbianvilde and @shameforskam - your metas/text posts were a HUGE inspiration for this conversation between Even and Vilde about sexuality. you guys are the best??

also big shouts to @adamparishe, @ravenclawisak & @isakneven for helping me edit and being generally Good humans ♡

i think this might actually turn into a series about Vilde continuing to explore her sexuality, so make sure to follow it on ao3 as well! i’ll be posting about any updates on my blog too.

please please please hit my inbox with thoughts and suggestions!! xx


Even wasn’t entirely sure how he’d gotten himself into this situation.

It was possible that it started with him attending a single kosegruppa meeting in October for the sole purpose of meeting Isak Valtersen, man of his life. And if that’s what led to him squeezed between Isak, a very drunk Eva and friends, and fifty other people he’d never seen before in his parents’ living room, he figured it was totally worth it. 

But that still didn’t explain how (or if) he’d volunteered his flat for the first kosegruppa pregame post winter break. Was he…still technically in the kosegruppa? Was Isak? It was hard to say. He was certain that they’d passed pregame about ten kilometers back. It was impossible to call the carnage occurring in his living room a pregame. This was a full blown party and he was pretty sure the kosegruppa had nothing to do with it.

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“You ok?” Isak lifted his gaze from his plate, meeting Jonas’ concerned eyes beside him. They all sat in the cafeteria, Magnus talked excitedly to Mahdi and Even, who sat on the other side of him.

“Yeah, ja. All good.” He said, attempted a weak smile. Jonas kept looking. He did that sometimes, when he gave Isak the opportunity to change his mind and tell him. Isak sighed.

“Really, it’s nothing. It’s just something Sana said. She was being weird.” He shrugged as he said it and looked around the table. The other three had stopped talking and looked at him, all in different stages of concern.

“Weird? Weird how?” Mahdi inquired. Isak looked back at his plate. Not in a shy way, but thinking about how to explain the weird vibe he got from his normally dimple-smiling bio buddy. With a loud exhale he shrugged again.

“I don’t really know. She said something that reminded me of myself. She just said- well, I told her I needed her help studying because I’m so far behind,” That got him a few eyerolls and pfft noises but they didn’t interrupt him otherwise.

“And she said… she said i needed to face the hard truth.” He paused for a moment, still looking at the plate and frowning when he remembered Sana in that moment.

“That I’m alone.”

It was quiet for a second after that, so he looked up. Jonas and Mahdi looked at him confused, Magnus had a big frown on his face, mouth slightly pulled into a what grimace. When his gaze shifted to Even he instinctively reached his hand out under the table and put it on Even’s thigh because the face of his boyfriend was clear worry.

“You’re not, though.” Jonas was the first to talk, his voice almost sounding like he wanted to add duh at the end. And before he could answer Even’s voice came soft beside him “Ja.” he agreed almost inaudibly and grabbed Isak’s hand that was still on his leg.

“Yeah, thank you. I know.” Isak squeezed his hand and gave him and then the others a reassuring smile. “I really know that.”

Even shuffled a bit closer and Isak smiled again in his direction. “Then why did it remind you of yourself?” Magnus asked, face serious. Isak scrunched up his nose before answering that one.

“Well it reminded me of me. Before.” He said, at which he lifted his free hand in a gesture towards all of them. All of them knew what he meant. Before he came out, before he talked to them, before Even.

“It didn’t really feel like an attack against me, but more … more like she really feels… isolated?” lifting his voice, and making a grimace when he looked around the table. It were not the perfect words but it seemed like they understood. They nodded, looking like a mixture of guilt and understanding.

“You should talk to her then.” Said Jonas. More nods.

“Yeah?” Isak asked, a little breathless. That’s what he had been thinking about since Sana had uttered those words. Isak wanted to reach out and tell her he knew how it felt to feel alone, that she wasn’t and that she could talk to him but at the same time he didn’t know if it was his place to do so. Jonas smiled his kind smile, reassuring him. 

His eyes shifted to Even who looked relieved and smiled encouragingly. I’m really not alone, Isak thought with a smile, leaned in a bit and Even reacted immediately to that little gesture, putting his arm around Isak’s shoulders.

“Ok. I’ll talk to Sana.”

What We Look Forward To

A Valentine’s Day sheith ficlet for the anon who asked me what Shiro and Keith would do on this love-filled day. 

On the morning of this most sacred day, Keith and Shiro lie beside one another before their morning run together. The room is still dark, and the both of them are watching the dimly visible ceiling fan, suffocating beneath the weight of wanting to pretend it isn’t A Big Deal.

“Capitalism, you know?” Keith tries.

Shiro, a Pisces with the emotional breadth of the Arctic Ocean, fights the urge to disagree. “Capitalism.”

It’s weighted solely because they’re trying to respect each other’s boundaries. It’s their first year back on Earth and suddenly things like holidays matter again. Christmas wasn’t weird because Christmas involved all of the Paladins. It was a group activity and the mistletoe was there for everyone, but Valentine’s Day is for partnerships. It’s for them, and this is stressful because they are nuanced. Blatant displays of love make for handwringing and heart palpitations.

They go for their run and see couples. Everyone has stars in their eyes, but all Shiro can do is remind Keith that his undercut looks good. Keith is no better. He thanks Shiro, is self-satisfied and tells Shiro he always looks good. This is all Shiro needs to spur affection. When they slow to catch their breath, Shiro encircles Keith’s waist from behind before he’s even at a full stop and he tugs him back against his chest. He kisses Keith’s cheek and sways him to the side, smiling when Keith almost loses his balance. Flustered, Keith laughs.

“I love you, you know?”

Keith hesitates only because he’s smiling too hard to manage words. “I know. I love you too.”

This is a snowball effect.

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Lazy Lovebirds

Requested by anon ♥

→ Reader x Sehun

→ Normalverse; in which Sehun was a bit more hungry for your attention than you thought.

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Your hands tugged and combed helplessly through your own locks, collecting and leading the strands up into something that could resemble a ponytail. The bass of your overplayed playlist was mild in your ears, pumping just enough excitement through your body to get you light on your feet and ready to do things. You took a short glance over your apartment, breathing the slightly stuffed air and sighing at the dust particles only visible in the sunlight that shone through your light curtains.

“This place-” You sigh once more, dipping your hand down into the hot water that took up the space of the bright pink bucket besides your feet, taking a hold of the cloth bathing in the strong soap before dragging it out. “really needs this.”

“I really need this.” You correct, squishing the excess water out of the cloth before getting started; wiping every furniture, every shelf and every decoration of the dust that had piled on ever since Sehun had moved in. Four months. The thought of it really disgusted you, and you really had no idea how it even happened.. but you suppose; lovebirds will be lovebirds. 

And when thinking about it, lovebird was a very fitting word to describe Sehun. Oh, also: lazy.

The first hour went by quickly; soon your living room, kitchen and bathroom was wiped free of the thick layer of dust and properly cleaned. All that was left was your bedroom, the guest room and vacuuming all the floors. You stood back up, sighing, this time more in a positive fashion. The music was playing loudly, and that might have been why you didn’t hear the outdoor, and let out a loud scream at the sudden hands around your waist. 

“Baby,” Sehun laughed. “It’s just me.”

You groaned, cheeks flushing underneath his heavy arms. “Don’t sneak up on me like that. The music was so loud, you should’ve know I didn’t hear the door.” You struggle out of his embrace, hurrying over to the bucket standing in the hallway and bringing it into the guest room. From your prior place, you can hear Sehun let out a playful, offended sound and shuffle along, hopefully into the living room to relax after his tiring day.

You giggle before yelling over the ever so loud music as you got back to cleaning; “Welcome home by the way.”


Halfway through your own bedroom, your music was abruptly turned off and the culprit stood, leaning against the wall by the door, his eyebrows furrowed. He watch intently as you wipe the surfaces, pick up yours, and his, scattered clothes off the floor and into their respective places inside of the closet.

His lingering presence was almost a bother. After promising yourself that today you would clean the apartment, make dinner, wash your dirty clothes and get everything tidy, you couldn’t have Sehun sidetracking you with his adorable pouts. Although you weren’t exactly sure what he was expecting now. You let your eyes fall on his relaxed form with slightly furrowed eyebrows.

“Sehun?” You breathe out, causing him to perk up, staying silent as an sign for you to continue.

“What are you doing?”

“Uh..” He pushes himself of the wall, eyes wavering before he shuffles out of the room. “Nothing.”

Huh, he’s so weird, you muse internally with another sigh, a light exhale before once again returning to work.


 “Princess? Y/N? Baby?”

“Yeah?” You look up from stirring the mix of vegetables in the pan, coming face to face with your famous boyfriend. His brown eyes are almost sad and his rosy lips are pouting, his cheeks lightly, almost unnoticeably, puffed out. Yet, you only grin up at him, before looking back down at the food on the stove.

“What’s up?”

He sighs adorably. “When did I come home?”

You shake your head, giggling with confusion and wonder. “I don’t know, an hour ago?”

And when you look back up at your taller boyfriend, your eyebrows again furrowed over his weird behavior and questions, he only frowns down at you with - wait, was that disappointment?

He then groans loudly, irritated and walk away, leaving you dumbfounded with only the sizzling sound of your wok and the low sound of the radio playing throughout the small kitchen. Your cheeks warm in embarrassment and irritation and you huff, turning back to watching the food.


“Baby,” Sehun groaned out loudly the very second you closed the bathroom door shut. He leans back in his kitchen chair, pushing his empty plate away from him with a light hand to signal that he was done eating. You swallowed back a sigh, feeling a little embarrassed in the way Sehun acted.

Even though you were at home, safe in the privacy of your own space and there was nobody here to see- at all, you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. You move over the newly washed floor, and grab for his plate as well as yours - only for your boyfriend’s hands to slap at the upper side of your hand. He glares up at you.

“What are you doing?”

“Don’t make me sigh for what is probably the thousandth time today, Sehun. I’m cleaning.” You grab his plate, hastily placing it over your own and walking out into your kitchen. “I’m cleaning up after you.”

“Baby, sorry.” You hear his haste apology from the kitchen and halt your actions, taking another breath, trying a short smile. You couldn’t stay angry with him for long. Never more than five minutes. “It’s okay, Sehunnie.”

“It’s just that- I wanted your attention today.” He speaks, suddenly so close to you, his arms sneaking around your waist just like earlier as you placed the plates down into the sink. You smile up at him, cheeks warming over his words.

“All day during our schedules and practices, I kept missing you a little extra. I don’t know what it was that made me such a lovebird today. I couldn’t stop talking about you to the boys and gosh- I just needed to come home to you.” He smiles warmly down at you, your calm smile, your bright eyes in his soft embrace. God, he loved you. He really, really loved you.

“Really? I’m so sorry, baby. I just needed to clean up in here, I couldn’t postpone it again. We were basically swimming in the dust.”

A shrug of his shoulders. “Yeah, I understand. But hey, you can give it to me now, right? Your attention and love, I mean, of course.”

You giggle, nodding excitedly. “I can shower you in it. And I’ll start right now; I love you.”


A/N: thank you to the anon for requesting and I hope you all enjoy! also I hope I didn’t make it too boring ahah ♥

Before the Finale...

Because I just have a lot of feelings right now! This takes place during tonight’s episode, even though we don’t know what happens yet! I just needed some Bughead hurt/comfort in my life before the inevitable storm.
Warning: this is not spoiler free for episode 13!!


Betty tried to hide her sniffles from the ever present ears of her mother, not wanting to be disturbed or bombarded with questions in this moment. She swiped her fists, covered with the fabric of her sweater sleeves, roughly across her cheeks, scratching the tears away. The motion left harsh, red marks down her face, making her look even more a state, an utter mess and completely dishevelled. 

Why was the world never done? Why did it have to be one thing after another? And Jughead! Why was it all happening to Jughead? Her heart warmed and broke simultaneously as she thought of the body, fragile frame hunched and swallowed up by layers of flannel and fleece. He was so small in the world, a mere pawn in the hands of fate, swept off the board without a moment to catch his breath. 

But to her Jughead stood ten feet tall. He was broad and strong, his presence an all-encompassing, sturdy safe-house. He was a place for her to run to, a place to lose herself in when it seemed as if the unrelenting storm of life would never blow over. Sure, he was worn around the edges, well-used and broken in, but Betty couldn’t think of another place she’d want her legs to carry her to when her hands ached to pierce the skin of her palms, relieving her of the painful throbbing in her chest. 

Jughead could pull the pins from where they used her heart as a cushion with just a simple brush of his lips against hers, like sucking the poison out of a bite. His cool hands brushed against her cheeks, ran through her hair, endless blue eyes staring, unwavering, into hers and she was home.

It was as if all the air had been sucked out of the room when he told her, head ducked in a motion that meant to close himself off from her. He was being put into foster care which meant transferring to Southside High. His voice had been quiet but hard, her hand coming up to play with the buttons on his jacket, grasping at a part of him in an attempt to make him stay - as if it were in either of their powers to make that happen. Life had once again opened up a grand chasm between the two, flames licking at their limbs as they tried to reach for the grounding presence of one another over the gaping void. 

How would she be able to get through the day without knowing at any moment he could swing round the corner, lips tilting up into a breathtaking grin that he saved for her alone as he spotted her, always found her, amongst the crowd?

Her ears pricked at the sound of clattering outside her window, a sound that would have previously put her on red alert but now she openly welcomed it, scrambling to get off her bed and wrench up the window. 

His beanie came into view first, and even the sight of the overused accessory pulled a sob from her chest, threatening to burst through her lips before she bit his back. Finally his eyes breached the sill, down-turned and dejected. How, even in his moment of crisis, did he manage to summon up enough energy to come and comfort her? Look at her with a tenderly consoling expression? Her red-rimmed eyes shone in the bedside light, tightening his chest and causing him to sigh in barely shielded agony. 

“Don’t cry, Juliet,” he mumbled, running soft thumbs over the harsh furrows in her damp cheeks. 

“How can I not, Jug?” she whimpered, voice thick with more unshed tears. “How can they do this to you? I need you there, you’re the only one that can… the only one who…” she floundered for words, head reeling as the reality of his absence hit her in the gut once more. He placed a hand at the nape of her neck, bringing her face against his chest as the tears overflowed, soaking into his shirt. 

“Shh,” he cooed, slowly sinking to the edge of her mattress, bringing her with him until she was cradled in his lap. “It’ll be okay, Betts. I’m not gone forever… just a little further away,” he let out a chuckle, humour straining to be heard behind his own fears. “It really will be like we’re Romeo and Juliet now, y’know. Now I’m gonna be a permanent fixture on the wrong side of the tracks.” Betty hit his chest, no real force behind the touch.

“They died, Juggie!” she chastised his comparison, wide green eyes locking onto his intently. He smiled minutely, just a tiny tilt at the corner of his lips. 

“Okay, maybe not exactly like,” he conceded, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose. She exhaled deeply, once again bringing up a hand to play with the collar of his jacket. 

“We’re gonna be okay, aren’t we, Jug?” she whispered, not wanting to voice the one question truly on her mind, but knowing she couldn’t keep it in, festering inside her like an open wound. He tilted her chin up with a curled finger, eyes blazing with an intensity that Betty was still getting used to, that made all the oxygen leave the room. 

“Hey… parting is such sweet sorrow,” he quoted in a low voice. She sighed, sweet breath fanning over his face, as she lifted her hands to his cheeks, pulling him closer to her so she could capture his lips with her own. She grasped at him desperately, mouths dancing in perfect synchronicity as she tried to make him feel everything she could never hope to say, bruising his lips with her own as she attempted not to cry into their kiss. 

When they were breathless and tired, wrung out from emotions too heavy to be of burden to people their age, they lay back against Betty’s pillows, clinging to each other tightly in the darkness. Betty listened to Jughead’s breathing slow and even out as he drifted into a peaceful slumber, scents of vanilla and strawberry lulling him like a child. When she was sure he was asleep she lifted her head, pushing the dark curls from his forehead before whispering into the quiet room. 

And I’ll still stay, to have thee still forget, forgetting any other home but this.”

Hour 1
I miss you. I’ve just woken up. But, you aren’t here.


Hour 2
I made us coffee. I take mine the way you do yours. Or, used to. I think.


Hour 3
It’s strange – I need to breathe and I’m having a cigarette. I panic when I remember that you aren’t with me. I know this. But, I try not to think about it.


Hour 4
I am watching the smoke. I wish I could exhale you like the smoke from my cigarette.


Hour 5
I want to cry. I don’t like telling people why you left. But, they ask. It makes me feel more flawed and empty than I am, or want to be.


Hour 6
I never smoked inside, but I can still smell the incense you used around the house. It continues to haunt me. I light every cigarette inside with the hope of not having the incense linger.


Hour 7
There’s no one to ask if I’m stressed. I take a drag, slowly. If you were here and you asked, I would say it’s you. But, you aren’t.


Hour 8
The past won’t go up in smoke. I try. I have tried, but I keep failing. Staring at the smoke.


Hour 9
Sometimes you just need someone by your side. And you trust them when they tell you that they love you. I trusted you. It meant something. And now, it’s all gone up in smoke.


Hour 10
I couldn’t finish the cigarette at first. But, I couldn’t leave things incomplete. I lit it again. It tastes like the concrete on which I put it out. Perhaps, that’s what we would be like – soulless.


Hour 11
Things come though at the eleventh hour. But, not here. Not today. All I do is wait.


Hour 12
There is no darkness, I tell myself. I fear myself now. Not the known past or the unknown future. But, I’m just lying to myself. I exhale.


Hour 13
What I do know is that even in the company of others, I feel lonely. It is then that I ask again.
I ask, for loneliness to be my friend. But, that’s not what I want. I want you here.


Hour 14
My lips sealed off from the truth. My words, my lies, my reality. I exhale, but I cannot escape.


Hour 15
The distractions, still there. The blank stares continue. Love is only a word now. I see it in other people. I hear it in others words.


Hour 16
Three a.m. again. The effects have worn off. One hour is nothing. I can feel the silence. Interrupted, by my own thoughts. I exhale.


Hour 17
You continue to evade me. I cannot help but be consumed in this madness. In your madness.


Hour 18
Can a mirror ever lie? Would it? The smoke absorbed by the mirror. Fading before my eyes. Sometimes, it’s that simple isn’t it? Just watching something disappear before your own eyes.


Hour 19
A prisoner in my own body. This need – unexplainable. Fuck, even I cannot comprehend where we broke into countless fragments.


Hour 20
I dream of the days when we did things together. Now, I just wish to be able to hear from you.  All I hold on to now are memories. Even they seem to be slipping away.


Hour 21
Too afraid to speak in this darkness. I don’t want to hear emptiness or my own voice echoing. I want to hear you whispering in my ears.


Hour 22
I exhale. Slowly. Wishing for the fire that was once us to not be extinguished. But, it was over. It was over well before the day you walked out. It was over well before I sat in silence.


Hour 23
If I knew…If I knew where it went wrong would it be different today? The cigarette twirling in my hand, waiting to be lit, knowing that it will be stubbed out.


Hour 24
Another day, another cigarette. I take you in with every breath. Only to exhale again.

—  Navin E. (24 cigarettes in 24 hours)